"My idea of success," he said, "is personal freedom." "Freedom?
Freedom from worries ?" "From everything--from money, from poverty, from ease and anxiety, from all the material accidents.

To keep a kind of republic of the spirit--that's what I call success." She leaned forward with a responsive flash.

"I know--I know--it's strange; but that's just what I've been feeling today." He met her eyes with the latent sweetness of his.

"Is the feeling so rare with you ?" he said.
She blushed a little under his gaze.

"You think me horribly sordid, don't you?
But perhaps it's rather that I never had any choice.